A precipice

A place too high

A principal

Do not climb

Stay away from aether

And you'll be safe

With all thee others

Amongst the plains

Find another

Seems only too sane

Still some other

Not the same

Now truly grasping

The sense of time passing

Deeply knowing

The sight of white snowing

Newly foreboding

The scent of life's erosion

What is this illusion?

An interpretation

Touched by treading high ground

So, where are you going?

A place never found?

Why are you going?

It was never lost

Always bound